Though died and withered roses
This longing still adhere
Increasingly felt in the clouds and mountains
indeed, be this gathering coal
I will always miss you
and waiting for tuk comes before me
Not Able kubelenggu, accompanied by rain
Will all this be true ...
Longing is increasingly blowing,
envelop the mind pseudo
A spoken word just for you
I love you forever
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